Chapter 595

If he can even bring out a half-step treasure, a top-tier spirit weapon shouldn't be a problem, right?

How could such a powerful and good item be held by a member of the demon race?

In Jiang Yan's words, treasures belong to those with virtue!

Today, she was going to rob the rich to help the poor!

Thinking of this, Ei felt even more motivated.

The Prime Minister Turtle and Ao Ming, who were in a standoff, felt their hearts tighten and immediately sensed the approach of the three.

The powerful aura made them nervous instantly. Ao Ming just looked back, and head-on, he saw a silver light striking straight at his face.

Ao Ming was shocked and, in his haste, could no longer care about the Prime Minister Turtle, hurriedly pulling back the Jade-Breaking Treasure Mirror to resist.

Even so, the recoil from the Jade-Breaking Treasure Mirror caused Ao Ming to immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Peak of Refinement of Qi into Spirit!"

Ao Ming's face turned dark and gloomy.

"People from Shushan!"

At this moment, he could no longer care about the Prime Minister Turtle; a Shushan disciple at the peak of Refinement of Qi into Spirit was not someone he could deal with while holding the Jade-Breaking Treasure Mirror...

Such an enemy had to be left to the Prime Minister Turtle.

Ao Ming's figure flashed, and he immediately wanted to slip away, but turning his head, he was blocked by the simultaneous attacks of Alice and Ei.

Zhongli swept past Ao Ming, only glancing at him indifferently, ignoring him.

"Go!"

With a light shout, the Howling Heaven transformed by Azhdaha instantly pounced toward the Prime Minister Turtle.

The Prime Minister Turtle dared not be arrogant; in a duel between experts, there was no time for harsh words. In his haste, he fiercely swung his dragon-headed staff.

A thousand-foot phantom pressed down toward Howling Heaven, but Howling Heaven dodged it strangely and easily, biting down on the Prime Minister Turtle's true form.

Although Azhdaha had not yet cultivated into an immortal, with Zhongli's divine invocation enhancement, injuring the Prime Minister Turtle was as simple as could be.

The Prime Minister Turtle let out a cry of pain and swung his dragon-headed staff to counterattack, but Zhongli's spear had already struck like a dragon, the starlike silver radiance pouring down like the Heavenly River.

Instantly sealing off the Prime Minister Turtle.

This kind of attack was simply not something he could defend against.

He had no choice but to resist with his turtle shell, but having already consumed a significant amount of demonic power, it was even harder to block.

He was immediately smashed into the Dragon Palace by Zhongli's spear, crushing four or five grand halls.

Zhongli did not stop; he threw the three-pointed, double-edged spear, and a three-headed dragon roared as it charged toward the Prime Minister Turtle.

Zhongli reached out to his waist, a silver moon bow condensing in his hand. He casually drew the string, and a silver ribbon tore through space, falling toward the Prime Minister Turtle.

As the God of War of the Heavenly Court, everyone only remembered that Erlang Shen was peerless in close combat, but they forgot that Erlang Shen's archery was also peerless under heaven.

This arrow instantly pierced through the Prime Minister Turtle, but such an injury was nothing to a cultivator at the peak of Refinement of Qi into Spirit.

Zhongli did not hesitate; opening his heavenly eye, a silver radiance like the divine light of the nine heavens swept away everything.

In the depths of the sea, a bottomless abyss was plowed out by Zhongli, stretching as far as the eye could see.

This was the first time Zhongli had fought with all his might since his breakthrough; the divine might of True Lord Erlang already left Zhongli shocked.

Not to mention Ningguang and the others watching from afar.

"Too strong..."

Himeko swallowed hard, seeing a cultivator at the peak of Refinement of Qi into Spirit fight with full force for the first time.

Suddenly, Himeko felt that the Honkai was so vulnerable.

And this was with the enhancement of the spatial barrier; the sea for tens of thousands of miles around was about to be completely overturned.

If there were no spatial barrier, Himeko had no doubt that Zhongli's combo just now could have cut the Earth in half.

A Refinement of Qi into Spirit cultivator...

"I will also become such a powerful expert!"

Himeko clenched her fists tightly, her gaze burning as she looked at the battlefield.

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"Everyone, get ready to receive the Dragon Prison key at any time!"

Ningguang reminded them, and everyone tensed their spirits, watching the distant battlefield without blinking.

The clear sea was completely muddied by Zhongli, and the Prime Minister Turtle's tracks were hidden.

But under Zhongli's heavenly eye, the Prime Minister Turtle had nowhere to hide.

Reaching out with a beckoning gesture, the three-headed dragon transformed back into the three-pointed, double-edged spear and returned to his hand.

"Over there!"

Zhongli glanced slightly to the side and said indifferently:

"Carry the Mountain! Forbid the Water!"

Nameless Dao intent dissipated, and a ten-thousand-meter-high mountain, brought from who knows where, was transported over and crashed down onto a certain location.

Immediately following, the seawater in that area instantly turned into nothingness.

Zhongli did not think this would be enough to solve the Prime Minister Turtle, so he continued to cast spells.

Endless spiritual energy turned into the sun and moon, falling leisurely beneath the mountain and erupting with immeasurable divine light.

A blue-gray gale swept away, and wherever it passed, even space seemed to be corroding.

Zhongli took his bow and shot again, streaks of silver light turning into dragons that tore toward the target.

Beside him, Azhdaha looked up and howled at the moon; a beam of moonlight fell on the mountain peak, and the mountain seemed to melt, and before a moment had passed, it was completely pierced through.

Another bottomless abyss appeared.

But the next moment, a giant phantom of a divine turtle rose up, shattering the remaining mountain.

This situation was just like Sun Wukong breaking free from the Five-Finger Mountain.

It had quite a sense of déjà vu.

The phantom dissipated, and the Prime Minister Turtle's aura was in constant turmoil, with only a primitive little bell hanging above his head.

The little bell chimed, spreading ripples of space; it seemed this was the thing that had blocked Zhongli's attack.

Otherwise, with a prepared attack against an unprepared target, after this combo, the Prime Minister Turtle would have been dead or at least on his last breath.

"People from Shushan!"

The Prime Minister Turtle's old face, covered in gullies, was filled with fury, surging killing intent churning, and the sea was rolled back into the firmament.

Zhongli did not answer; with his research into these spells of Erlang Shen, he still could not rely on spells alone to finish off the Prime Minister Turtle.

These spells were very strong, but he truly hadn't grasped much of their true essence.

Dealing with late-stage Refinement of Qi into Spirit cultivators, he could kill as many as came, but against someone of the same realm...

It was better to use that martial path of sanctification through the physical body.

Zhongli did not answer, pressing forward, the three-pointed, double-edged spear dancing in a way that left no room for defense, with Howling Heaven, transformed by Azhdaha, suppressing from the side.

The Prime Minister Turtle could only counterattack repeatedly with his dragon-headed staff; if not for the protection of the little bell above his head, he would have been pierced through long ago.

Zhongli frowned, realizing it was somewhat tricky.

This Prime Minister Turtle's own strength was not great, but this defensive magic treasure...

It was just like him, like an invincible turtle shell, blocking everything tightly.

Zhongli suddenly felt a bit annoyed.

It was always the people of Shushan who suppressed others with magic treasures, and now, they were actually being held to a stalemate by someone else's magic treasure.

Zhongli once again realized the power of magic treasures.

But looking at the Prime Minister Turtle, driving such a magic treasure was also quite difficult; he probably couldn't hold on for long.

"Damn Shushan disciples! After all these years, you dare to come and ravage the Dragon Palace again! Do you think our Dragon Palace is still what it used to be!"

"Today, I will let you all die here!"

The Prime Minister Turtle abandoned defense, swinging his dragon-headed staff, and the sea turned into invisible blades that shuttled back and forth to attack Zhongli.

Zhongli also noticed this, but Erlang himself was not unskilled in water warfare.

Once the "Forbid the Water" of the Seventy-Two Earthly Transformations was activated, although he couldn't control the Prime Minister Turtle, controlling the water flow around his body was quite simple.

The two fought all the way from the depths of the Dragon Palace to the sky, the sea flowing backward and rolling back into the void in the sky.

This fluctuation was also noticed by the forces at the junction of the East Sea and the South Sea in the distance.

They immediately realized that their home had been raided.

But now the distance was too great; even if they returned, it would take more than a day even at full speed.